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Bu Kun
Student @ Adekunle Ajasin University of Akungba, Akoko
THE SPACE BETWEEN US
<p><br></p><p>Title: “The Space Between”</p><p><br></p><p>She always noticed him in the quietest moments—the way his fingers lingered a second longer on a coffee cup, the way his eyes searched the room like they were always chasing a memory.</p><p><br></p><p>They were colleagues. Nothing more, officially. But the space between them had grown heavier each day. It wasn’t filled with words or glances—it was filled with unspoken tension, the kind that hums beneath the skin like a low current.</p><p><br></p><p>One evening, the office was nearly empty. Rain whispered against the windows. She stood at the printer, papers in hand, when he stepped beside her—close enough for warmth, far enough for denial.</p><p><br></p><p>“Late again,” he said.</p><p><br></p><p>She nodded, aware of the way her pulse shifted when he looked at her like that—like she was a sentence he wanted to finish with his mouth, not his voice.</p><p><br></p><p>“It’s the quiet,” she murmured. “It makes everything louder.”</p><p><br></p><p>His hand brushed hers—not an accident, not this time. Silence expanded between them, thick with questions neither dared ask. But she didn’t move away. And he didn’t pull back.</p><p><br></p><p>When she finally turned to face him, his gaze dropped to her lips, then lifted—checking for permission in her eyes.</p><p><br></p><p>It wasn’t a kiss that followed. It was a confession made in the language of breath and skin. Slow. Intentional. Electric.</p><p><br></p><p>He touched her like she was fragile glass, but kissed her like he wanted to shatter her and remake her in the shape of his longing.</p><p><br></p><p>And in that moment, there were no rules. No office. No consequences.</p><p><br></p><p>Only two people who had spent too long in the space between.</p><p><br></p>
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